My biggest passion for life is to help another in some way or other.
In a period of depression mixed with mania you lose what matters to you (I hear you), but you’re determined for a fresh start without destroying your creativity. Sometimes you can’t take in information but can release it. You are judged at face value. You are criticised. You are bruised but they can’t see. At least not with their souls. Use your insight to try to find the way to balance this shift. You know when you’re manic because you have creative objectives doing what you love more than ever. You know when you’re manic because you are irritable and can’t relax. You know when you’re manic because you have so many ideas that you could potentially do. You know you’re manic because you’re not hungry, you’re thirsty for living. You’re thirsty for life. You’re thirsty for capacity. You’re thirsty for everything that is insightful. But you’re fine. At least you think that but prior knowledge is telling you different. You can’t stop it. You can’t control the mania. Your speech isn’t always pressured. It stutters; it switches topic. It speeds up music when you hear it. Have you ever put on a song and it’s all of a sudden sped up and sounding different or in a depressive stage you listen to a song and it has a blunt feeling to it? Your ears are taking in the music but it’s just one bland sound. You have an unlimited capacity for development to manage health efficiently. Have we forgotten the neurobiology of mental health? They think there’s something wrong with you. But it’s an illness. Something they haven’t experienced. We need to work together to end mental health discrimination. We need to be powerful in our purpose.